Steph glanced to the Agent as he spoke to her, she registered his words and went to thank him, only to hear the mumble. She felt tears well in her eyes for a moment, she shook her head- she wasn't going to let this get to her. Not this time, Benjamin loved her for what she was, that was all that mattered.

Her wings flexed, her dark feather-scales glistened before she headed towards the Library. She walked quicker now, she wanted to get to Mike, she wanted to convince him she was good... She didn't understand why she needed to, but she just did.
She sped into the Library quickly, pausing at the rows of books and focused for a second, trying to pinpoint her... what she considered a friend.

She quickly paced down the isles to get to him, stopping about three feet away from him before she quietly cleared her throat.
"Hey Mike..." She said with a low whisper, "I know you're probably busy but... Could I talk to you?" She asked, she could feel the knot in her throat grow slightly. She could feel her worries and self-hatred bubble over again.
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The man smiled as Mr. Johnson asked about the Whispers.
"I'm glad you asked." He said, moving his hand into his cloak, he pulled out a small grey book. The book itself had a ghostly Aura to it, it was ripped and torn in several places. The man placed it in front of him before he gently closed his eyes.
"The Whispers are a manifest of several twisted spirits." He started, "Ones who were killed, great minds who were slaughtered. They are the key to my success." He opened the book, revealing unknown writing. He slid it over to Mr. Johnson, almost expectantly.

"And they are willing to help you." He started, tilting his head forward. "They know a lot about all the different beasts you are trying to tame and kill." His voice grew to a proper serious tone, his words chilling and the intent unknown. He seemed to know everything that Mr. Johnson wanted to do. "If you help them, they will help you."
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Jase nodded and moved to open the door and lower the seat down. He stepped out of the way for Morrison to place Carl down, Jase's tail swayed with worry as he watched carefully.
Carl only gave a small painful nod to Morrisons' question. Nodding even started to hurt now, the thumping in his head returning. He glanced to Jase and held out his hand for the timberfae to take, Jase moved quickly and gently squeezed Carls' hand.

"He says that they would have to have been fallen Angels." Jase said, blinking as he heard Carls' words come from his mouth. He seemed surprised at first, but allowed his friend to talk through him, "A normal angel would be able to head back without needing a soul to go back."